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aurorawritestoescape · 1 year

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The Devil in Me

Pairing: DEVIL!Dieter Bravo x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Genre: smut and fluff, Devil AU

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, porn with almost no plot, allusions to sa, reader struggles with self worth, praise kink, breast play, thigh riding, blood play, vampirism, unprotected piv, daddy kink, oral(f receiving), fucking the Devil, creampie, religious themes, men’s thighs)

Summary: being an aspiring actress but failing to succeed, you decide to use an unorthodox method to get the desirable money and fame. You perform a summoning ritual in order to sell your soul to the Devil. Lucky for you, he pays you a visit and happens to be devilishly handsome.

Word count: 4,3k

A/n: the moment I saw Pedro’s Met Gala look, this thot was nailed into my brain. Hence the fic. Big thanks to @ozarkthedog for giving me a necessary push with this post. English is my second language, sorry for any mistakes or general fuckupery of the story;) <3

As long as you remembered, your only wish was to become a famous movie star with millions of fans who worshiped you. So you took various and fucking expensive acting classes, went to dozens of auditions where you acted your heart out. And still every time another nepo baby got the job of your dreams. You felt bitter as hell. You couldn’t bear the rejection, the harassment, slimy hands and hungry glances of producers and agents. Under the pretences of helping you, they hunted for your body like predators and gave nothing in return. The debts were pilling up, and waiting tables at a lousy café didn’t promise you any financial stability. You kept jumping high but still couldn’t grab that lucky ticket in the air.

So when, at a flea market, you happened to see an old spell book, it immediately piqued your interest. You looked through the pages and noticed a ritual called "Summoning the Devil to Sell Your Soul." You laughed at first but, to your own surprise, paid for the book and brought it home. It was on a whim. You didn’t believe any of that hocus-pocus shit, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

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You were in your rented one-bedroom apartment, sitting on the bed and reading about the preparation for the summoning. You let out a laugh. It was so easy. Make the room dark. Light some candles. Say the spell. And voilà! The Devil himself would appear and give you everything you wished for in return for your precious soul. You didn’t think much of it. 100% that it wouldn’t happen. But if by some crazy magical supernatural chance it did, you’d be ready. Your soul had been torn to shreds by disgusting and power-hungry men, so you’d be happy to replace it with the long awaited fame and money.

You followed the simple instructions: drew the curtains to keep the light of the sunset out and lit all the candles you could find at home. You looked around and found the atmosphere quite relaxing. The air was heavy with a sickly mixture of scents - vanilla, pine, strawberry. Yet it was hiding the greasy smell of the Chinese you’d had before. The candlelight bathed the room in a golden light, its flickering flames making shadows dance on the walls. You plopped down on your bed and placed the spell book on your lap. At the back of your mind, you were laughing at yourself for being such a fool. But to an outside eye you’d have seemed serious and focused. Your lips silently moved, reading the spell several times. Then you cleared your throat with a cough, said "Fuck it!" and read the spell loudly.

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Nothing happened. You were still alone in your shitty room, shitty apartment, living your shitty life. It wasn’t a surprise. You sighed heavily, closed the book with a thump and threw it on the floor. You climbed on your bed, got under the covers and buried your head in the pillow. Disappointment was gnawing at your gut. How could you hope that ridiculous summoning spell would work? You shut your eyes, feeling the tears fall on the pillow beneath you.

You didn’t know how much time passed. You were in that trippy state between wakefulness and sleep. Then your whole body twitched and chills covered your skin. You weren’t cold, quite hot actually because of all the candles. All of a sudden, you felt the weight on the other side of the mattress. You turned rapidly and saw a man sitting next to you on the bed. His back was leaning on the headboard and his legs were stretched out and crossed at the feet. You jumped out of the bed with a scream and stared at him paralyzed with fear, eyes round and breath unsteady. In contrast with your own reaction, he seemed relaxed. His dark intent eyes had a humorous spark in them, looking at you with amusement, his plump lips were curled up in a smirk. His skin was tan, the colour of caramel and rich honey. He had an aquiline nose, a salt and pepper patchy beard and a moustache. His dark hair was neatly slicked back. He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man you’d ever seen. But the most peculiar thing about him was his attire. He had a bright red coat with a red shirt underneath and a thin black tie. You glanced down to see that he was wearing black shorts which were covering little of his thick thighs. On his feet, he had black high patent boots with black socks peeking out.

His smirk was replaced by a blinding grin and you heard his deep comforting voice.

“Hi, darling,” he said, rolling R with his tongue, making the word sound delicious.

“Wh...who the fuck are you?! Why are you in my apartment?!” you exclaimed in a panic, wrapping your arms around your middle.

The stranger’s smile fell, and he looked at you with sad puppy eyes and furrowed brows as if you’d slapped him on the face.

“You summoned me, remember?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes or your ears. With your voice lowered to a whisper, you asked him as if somebody could hear your secret, “Are you the Devil?”

His wide smile returned, making the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced. He opened his arms to present himself to you and announced enthusiastically, “Yes, I am! The one and only King of Hell, darling!”

You were speechless. What do people say in these situations? Would you like a drink, Satan? Why are you in shorts? It was crazy. So you kept standing there with an open mouth and widened eyes.

Noticing your confusion, the Devil sat up, bent his right leg and started scratching his knee. “I understand your shock and all, but I’m a busy man, you see. People desire a lot of things these days. Thank God for consumerism,” he added, putting his hands together in a prayer and looking up. “Do you still want to sell your soul?” the Devil inquired as he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

You closed your mouth and opened it again. “Yes! But to be honest, I didn’t expect the spell to work …and you look like this…it’s a lot,” you explained to him while fumbling with the hem of your t-shirt.

At that, the Devil’s face fell, and he looked down at himself straightening his coat and shirt.

“What’s wrong with the way I look? …wanted to try something new. And I’ve been told that it’s very stylish,” he retorted, glancing at you sideways.

In truth, you loved the clothes and the boots, but his childish reaction amused you and, feeling a little bolder, you decided to tease him.

“Been told by who exactly?” you smirked at him. “Demons,” he replied with his plush lips in a pout.

“Ha! They’re telling you what you wanna hear. They’re kinda your employees.” You crossed your arms and continued your taunting, “And this lip ring. What’s that for?”

The Devil sucked in his lower lip, touching the ring with his tongue and replied, “It makes me look edgy”. You raised your eyebrows at him, “Why do you need more edge, man? You’re the fucking Devil!” Oh, you enjoyed it. At hearing that he shrugged, growled, took off the lip ring and tossed it in the direction of your wardrobe. He then stared at you with narrowed eyes, as if trying to burn a hole in your face. You almost burst into giggles, seeing him like that. The big bad Devil got bullied by a human girl.

By the look of you he must have realised that you‘d been playing with him and his grin returned to his face.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically and leaned his back on the headboard again. “Let’s talk terms and conditions then, style expert. You give me your soul, I give you what you desire. What is it you desire, darling?” he added with a luscious smile.

The endearment made you blush. You cleared your throat and replied that you wanted to be a famous actress. He nodded and waved his hand as if brushing away your concerns.

“No problem! You will be, beautiful! We just need to make the deal, and you’ll be the happiest and wealthiest star till the day you die. You’ll live for many wonderful years, but when the time comes I’ll see you in Hell” he explained with excitement on his face. You were aware of that condition but hearing out loud about the prospect of burning in Hell for eternity made you drop your head in doubt, a surge of nerves making you pace the floor along the bed.

Seeing your unease, the Devil crawled to the side of the bed you had previously occupied and sat there with his feet on the floor. You took a step back and looked at him as your fear returned. He was the Devil after all. His exposed legs were spread widely, almost touching yours. His long coat was laying on the bed like a crimson cover.

He took your hand and placed it between his big, hot palms. To your surprise, the physical touch made your core tingle and the heart skip a beat.

“You know what, if you aren’t sure, I won’t pressure you. You can go through some more auditions, do a couple of tampon commercials and may be one day your fame will find you.”

“No!” you exclaimed, almost startling yourself. You knew what he was doing, painting your dream impossible to achieve on your own, but the desire to make it big was so strong, all you needed was the smallest push. “I can’t live like this any longer. I want it here and now.”

Then adoration and content blossomed on his face and your chest swelled.

“That’s wonderful,” he purred. “Now we need to do the deed, and it’s done.”

You swallowed loudly. “The deed? Mmm… As in ‘to have sex’?”

His gaze drifted lower, taking in your form in front of him, and he responded in a husky voice, “You shall give yourself to me completely and fully, and then you’ll be mine forever.”

Of course. Men in power always wanted a piece of you, why would the Devil himself be different? But in a weird way, you trusted Him more than anyone else to make your wish come true, and so you whispered “O… ok.”

His whole demeanour changed in a flash. His face darkened, previously adoring eyes got flooded with lust and desire, the soft smile morphed into a hungry animalistic grin.

It scared you. You glanced down at yourself, suddenly aware of your old almost see-through t-shirt and sleeping shorts covering not much of your body. You’d felt too comfortable with him before, in part forgetting who it was in front of you. At that moment, the air grew hotter and heavier. The candle flames began trembling rapidly without any breeze and the whole room got darker, resembling a crypt. The Devil’s red coat and shirt looked maroon.

He still had your hand in his palms and gently pulled you closer to him. You were all the way between his legs and the Devil moved his right leg, slid the knee between your legs, placed his hands on your waist and pushed you down, so you could straddle his right thigh. You grasped his shoulders to stable yourself. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his expression was determined and lustful. His plush lips found your neck and you whimpered. The Devil smelled like smoke and your eyes watered a little. He started leaving open mouth kisses on your neck, making your eyes close. Your chest was flush against his broad shoulder, and you were sure he could sense your heart fluttering.

“I promise to give you everything you desire, darling. But before that I’ll make you feel devilishly good,” he whispered, nipping on your earlobe. “Do you agree?”

You nodded, but he needed to hear it.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you replied, and a peculiar feeling rushed through your body. Your eyes darted down and you gasped, finding yourself completely naked. Your clothes just vanished. His lips left your neck, and he was leering down at you, devouring your form. “Fuck…you’re gorgeous.” The praise made your head spin and your core tingle. Chills covered your whole body and you shivered.

“All trembling for me,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”

His hands snaked down to your ass, palming your cheeks and pushing you closer to his torso. Your clit rubbed on the material of his shorts and a quiet moan escaped your lips. The devil grumbled, hearing the sounds you made for him. You felt his huge bulge pushing into your thigh. He lowered his head, reaching your breast with his mouth, and started to lick and suck on your bud.

“Delicious little thing,” the Devil cooed at you between his ministrations. You needed more, so you began grinding on his thigh at a steady pace whimpering softly. Your movements made the hem of his shorts rise up, and you felt his bare leg with your cunt. You were so wet, making a mess of his shorts and thigh. You’d never been so aroused before, and the need for a release was overwhelming. Soon your body and forehead were covered in beads of sweat, your legs trembling from exhaustion. He was guiding you with his strong hands gripping your hips and kissing you wherever he could reach. Your clit was throbbing, and soon you felt your core tighten and the burning in your stomach increase.

“Fuck! m'go… gonna cum!” you moaned through heavy breathing.

“Yes, cum for the Devil, baby!” he ordered and slapped your ass cheek, leaving a slight burn. Your head fell back, the spine arched, and a hard orgasm shook your whole body. The strength left you, so he continued moving your body, helping you to ride it out. When overstimulation hit, you fell on his chest. You put your forehead on his shoulder, as aftershocks shook you from time to time.

“No rest for the wicked,” he said, and suddenly took your exhausted body in his arms bridal style, and plopped you on the bed carelessly.

You got a whiplash from the rapid change of position. You were on your back, and the Devil climbed on top of you, straddling your thighs. The tail of his coat was covering your feet. You couldn’t help but gawk at him. A strand of hair fell on his forehead. His broad and tall frame was towering over you, and his looming shadow covered almost all the room. It made you feel tiny and powerless under him. One moment you could swear his shadow had horns and giant wings, but you blinked, and it was normal again. The devil was leering at you with hungry obsidian eyes and, feeling exposed, you tried to cover your chest with your hands. But by some invisible force, your hands were yanked over your head and held there tightly. As if being touch starved, the Devil began kneading your soft breasts. He twitched one nipple hard, making you scream, but the pain was replaced by pleasure when he put his mouth on the burning bud and circled his tongue around it. He wasn’t rushing it, sucking on each breast for a long time until you couldn’t take it anymore. Overstimulation made you squirm and rub your thighs together, as your cunt was crying for attention.

Happy with his work, the Devil set up again, admiring your abused puffy nipples.

“Daddy’s thirsty, baby. Will you help me out?” You bit your bottom lip when you heard what he’d called himself. It was so twisted and your stomach was overflowing with desire for him.

But the question confused you. As if to give you an answer, he placed his hand on your belly and, following his gaze, you noticed long, sharp claws on his fingers. You were sure they hadn’t been there before. You swallowed loudly and squeaked, “Don’t hurt me, please”

His grin widened as he cooed at you, “Don’t worry, darling. You won’t feel a thing."

The Devil pressed his index finger below your belly button and made a vertical cut with his pointy claw. You gasped, although the pain was bearable, just a little sting. You saw drops of blood appear, and his eyes sparkled. He dropped his head to your belly and licked the blood, moaning avidly. He made a few other cuts and cleaned them with his mouth. Though a bit scared you enjoyed feeling his tongue just inches above your cunt. You desperately wished he would move lower. When he was satiated, his head fell on your stomach, and he caressed your thighs and legs with his now both normal hands, humming quietly. A strange wave of affection took over you. You asked him if he could free your hands. He looked up at you with an air of confusion in his heavy-lidded eyes. It seemed that he’d forgotten having tied you up at all.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he replied finally in a hoarse voice. When your arms could move, you began combing his soft silky hair with your fingers and gently scratching his scalp. The Devil purred. He was still rubbing your thighs so you knew he didn’t fall asleep.

“Are you ok?” you finally inquired as if you were just talking to your lover.

“No one ever asks me that,” the Devil replied as he looked up. He gave you a sleepy smile and still seemed to be drunk on your blood.

You were awestruck, thinking how much he was like a human man, aside from the claws and the blood thirst. You wondered if he was lonely but didn’t want to break the comfortable silence.

After a few minutes he sat up and you noticed that all the cuts on your belly disappeared. The lustful expression returned to his face once again.

"Thank you, darling. You tasted divine,” he whispered as he climbed between your legs. “Would you like me to fuck you now?” he asked, leering at your spread cunt and gently tracing your slick folds with his finger.

“Yes!” You said louder than it was intended.

“Then beg for it, baby! Pray to your Devil!” he ordered with a mischievous smirk. Your cunt couldn’t bear another second without his attention. “Please! I beg you, fuck me please! Make me cum!”

Your words seemed to satisfy him.

“Oh, I’d be happy to. Lay back and enjoy yourself. Daddy’ll take care of you.” Then you felt two thick fingers enter you. You moaned, arching your back and your fingers grasped the covers. His digits were thick, but you’d been dripping on the bed for a long time, so he entered you easily.

“So tight, darling. We need to work you open first to receive the Devil’s cock in all its glory.”

He was pumping his fingers in and out, curling them inside and pulling the filthiest sounds out of you. Then you felt his hot mouth on your cunt. He was lapping at your juices, swirling his tongue on your hardened clit and working his fingers. Soon he added the third and the fourth digit and fucked you steadily. You never expected to stretch that much, but you guessed everything was possible with the Devil. He seemed to enjoy eating you out as much as you did, as he growled into your cunt, the vibrations taking your pleasure to the highest level.

“Such a nasty girl, giving your soul and pussy to me,” he said, leaving your cunt for a second and licking his lips.

You whimpered at the sight. He was turning you on even more than you could imagine. Soon, his and your moans created a sinful harmony together

“God!” you cried out and he slapped your cunt with his free hand. “Devil, baby, not God!” The pain mixed with pleasure sent electricity through your core and another orgasm hit you. You gushed all over his hand and lower face and he drank you up like it was the tastiest nectar. Finally, you pushed your legs together to stop him from licking you.

“Now you’re ready for my cock”, he said, sitting up, then grabbed your hips and span you on your stomach. Your face hit the pillows, and your body felt cold as the covers were soaked with your sweat and juices.

“Elbows and knees, baby,” he ordered. The motion was so rapid you needed a moment to obey, but he impatiently yanked your hips in the air with his big hands.

You heard the rustling of his clothes and then his cock landed on your ass. By the weight of it, it was huge. You turned your head to get a peek and saw his enormous erect member with red angry tip leaking precum on your ass cheek. You got nervous, and he smirked at that.

"Don’t fear, my dear. I’ll be gentle."

That was a lie. One moment you felt his tip at your entrance, and in the other he plunged his hard length into you to the bottom. You yelped, suddenly feeling full to the brim.

“Mmm, such a greedy pussy. Sucking daddy in so well.”

His first push made your front slide forward on the bed, so his arm circled your middle to keep you still, the other hand pushed between your shoulder blades, making your spine arch even more. He started fucking you with strong and deliberate thrusts, and the bliss in your core made your eyes roll back. Loud moans were leaving your open mouth as you were drooling on the pillow. You could sense every vein of his thick cock, and his tip was pushing at your cervix, causing a delicious ache.

“You gonna come again, baby”, he said and it wasn’t a question. “I can feel you squeezing me. Let daddy help a little”.

Suddenly you felt pressure on your clit. You looked down but didn’t see his hands as they were still holding you in place. The invisible force returned and began circling your bundle of nerves in tight strokes and gently twitching your nipples. You didn’t need much time to reach the third orgasm. Every nerve was electrified, making your limbs and torso shake uncontrollably. Your cunt was flattering around the Devil’s cock and that made him growl, “Yes, that’s my girl.”

The invisible hands left your body as soon as the muscle strength left you. If not for him holding you by the waist, you would have plopped down on the bed. His pace increased and the slapping of his hips on your ass was getting faster. At last, he started cumming. You felt his cock pulsate inside your channel, filling you with his hot seed. He was pumping his cum and your juices back into you vigorously accompanied by lewd sounds and his snarls. Some time passed and he was still going. You were completely spent, and your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion. When he finally stilled and pulled out, he lowered your hips gently and laid down next to you. You felt his cum leaking out of your hole.

Then the Devil took you in his arms, so you could rest your head on his chest, and he covered your legs and ass with his coat to keep you warm.

He pinched your chin with his fingers and tilted your head up to face him. You were looking at each other with gratitude and satisfaction. His dark eyes were trailing the lines of your features as if they were constellations in the sky. Your breath was once again stolen by his beauty.

Then the Devil kissed you. His plush lips were first gentle, but when his tongue slipped inside your mouth, he tightened his arms around you and kissed you hard. He tasted like something sweet and spicy. You were glued to each other for a long time, and you purred in his arms. It was a parting gift and at the same time the kiss sealed your destiny. When the Devil’s lips left yours, you whined. He smiled at your greediness.

“Before you go to sleep, we need to sign the contract, darling”. You followed his eyes and saw that he was holding a big parchment.

“Let me help you, baby.” He took your hand and put your index finger in his mouth. A sting made you wince. He pulled it out and pressed your fingertip onto the paper. It left a crimson mark on the contract.

“That’s it. Now you are mine forever,” he explained with a soft smile and licked your finger making the bite mark disappear.

You furrowed your brows looking up at him, grabbed his tie and tugged him closer to your face.

“Wait. You told me that we just needed to fuck to seal the deal. Was it even necessary?”

He chuckled and then whispered in your ear “Well darling. You’re so stunning. How could I not? You should’ve known better than to trust the Devil.

You giggled and pushed your face into his neck. He still smelled like smoke, and you thought that it was your favourite smell in the world. You closed your eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, the bed next to you was empty, the candles had burnt out and the morning sun was peeking through the curtains. You sat up and wondered if it all might have been a dream. The contract, the Devil and the best sex of your life.

But the next moment your phone buzzed with a call and, when you picked it up, your whole life changed.

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Thank you for reading! <3

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thetorturedpoetsintern · 1 year

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What is it with Malfoy men being in fan popular gay ships?

I think it all started with Lucius after that infamous "lapdog" comment thrown at Severus and voilà, we have Snucius.

And then what about making Draco and Harry into the trope of enemies to lovers? And so Drarry was born.

But what about Lucius' father? Well, Abraxas lived somewhere around Tom Riddle's youth, so we're making them go to school at the same time and having a twisted lust filled story. Hence, Tombraxas.

But what's the core of all of them? They satisfy their fans' need of a core feeling.

For Snucius, it's comfort. Drarry is for cozy love (at least that's what I think of it). Tombraxas for angst.

#malfoy men #lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #abraxas malfoy #severus snape #harry potter #tom riddle #snucius #drarry #tombraxas

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 days

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Hi! I have a doubt about how horrocruxes work. Let's say you make two horrocruxes and then you are killed, and obviously you don't really die. Now my question is does one of your horrocruxes disappear and you're only left with one for next time, or do they both remain intact?

Hi!

I mentioned the basic idea of how I believe Horcruxes keep you alive in a former post:

Magic, theoretically, works according to the microcosm macrocosm concept that exists in alchemy and occult theories and philosophy in general. What it means is that a small-scale example of something will affect the larger, true-scale version of that thing. For a Harry Potter example that isn't Horcruxes: you wave your wand and say Wingardoum Leviosa — so you essentially "act out" how you want the feather to levitate with your wand and incantation. Then your magic causes the same to happen to the feather. Your wand and incantation are the microcosm and the feather floating is the macrocosm. A Horcrux works similarly. The reason they stop you from dying is that a microcosm version of you, the soul shard, is bound to the mortal plain and can't die. So, by the microcosm macrocosm logic, you won't be able to leave the mortal plain and die either since you are the relevant macrocosm. Essentially binding the soul pieces in the Horcrux to Earth binds you too, to Earth. But you aren't bonded as strongly to the Horcruxes. That's why he can't sense them. They bind him to the world of the living, not so much to each one of them.

(From this post)

So essentially, what a Horcrux does is act as an anchor for a part of your soul, and as such binds the entire soul. If you die, the Horcrux stops you from moving on into the afterlife. It won't make you a new body or anything like that. Hence why Voldemort stayed as a wraith for as long as he did.

So, for your question, both Horcruxes would remain intact, as we see happens with Voldemort's Horcruxes in the books.

I think it's important to note that Voldemort decided he should make multiple Horcruxes. In general, the ritual for a Horcrux is intended to make one Horcrux, hide and protect it well, and voilà you're immortal (sorta). The intention was never to have multiple Horcruxes. Voldemort is just paranoid and way too curious for his own good.

#harry potter #hp #asks #hp meta #anonymous #anon asks #horcruxes #horcrux #voldemort #tom riddle #lord voldemort

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nocturnalazure · 3 months

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How Noctie chooses her poses

Following a conversation in the comments with @greenplumbboblover and @kimmiessimmies, here is an overview of how I have sorted out all the TS3 poses that I've gathered in the past 12+ years. This has been super useful for me to find the exact pose that I need.

I never use the list from the Pose Player for a very good reason: I have THOUSANDS of poses. It's simply not feasible to wait for the list to load and scroll through it endlessly with its tiny thumbnails.

So instead, I use Photoshop Lightroom (🏴‍☠️) to neatly sort out all the poses previews. I currently have 7,471 previews. Most of them show more than one pose, so I'd say that I roughly have at least 50,000 different poses in my library. Hence the need for efficiency.

(My version of Lightroom is in French.) I have added tags to each of those pics. You can see them in the upper right corner. For example, "calling, lying, phone, sitting on sofa" for the selected pic.

When I need a pose, I type the tag that I'm looking for in the text box above.

In this example, I typed "worried". I'll get a selection of 204 pictures, to go through, and select those that are the most appropriate for my scene.

Those that I think I could use, I put in a quick collection. I will use that collection throughout the whole scene, so the collection is a temporary mishmash of poses, depending on what I have in mind and how the characters should move. I delete everything from the collection once I'm done shooting the scene.

I often do this process of choosing the poses before launching the game (or while it's loading), so that I don't have to waste too much time once I'm in-game. When I'm actually shooting, I go through my collection to select the appropriate pose (sometimes, I even sort them out in the order in which I'm supposed to use them). When the code is written on the pic itself, I just memorize it and simply type it back in game.

Sometimes the pose name is not on the pic itself, and so I have to look it up inside the .package file. It's an additional step, but it comes with a benefit: I can just copy/paste the code from the file. So for example, I don't know the code for the pose below, it's not shown on the pic. But the picture name can be seen at the bottom ("Red Mechanics Of Emotions Melancholy").

So I quickly go to my poses folder via a shortcut in my file explorer, and look it up. That requires for the .package file and the picture to have the same name. This is something that I make sure of doing every time I download a new pose.

I open the .package file with s3pe, look for the thumbnail of the pose I need (that sometimes takes some time...). Last one in this case.

Then finally look up and copy/paste the code from the XML. (and then paste it back in game, as you'd have guessed)

I also do it that way when the pose code is overly complicated and my brain refuses to memorize it.

Voilà!

(and yes, I do that for every single pose that I use in my story)

I'm sure there are more efficient ways to do things. I'm just sharing my process in case it could help some people and also for @greenplumbboblover to understand why I don't use the Pose Player list. I chose to do that because my poor brain couldn't keep up with all the poses I had. I ended up always using the same ones, as well as wasted a lot of time going through all of them.

There is a prerequisite to my process however, and that is to take the time to properly tag ALL of my gazillions of pics. That took me months, no kidding. But it was also extremely rewarding once it was done. Now, I make sure to tag every new picture I import into Lightroom, and it only takes 2 minutes.

Another thing that I do is that I save tags, not only in Lightroom, but also in the pic metadata. (again, the example is in French, but it basically says "save metadata in the file")

That means that even if I ever use a different software, or if I have to reinstall Lightroom or whatever, the tags are saved in the file properties.

It only works for JPGs though. It doesn't work on PNGs, which is a bit of a bummer. I should take the time to convert all the PNGs to JPGs, but I haven't gotten around to do it yet.

Please note that some of the poses that I have are no longer available. I don't know which ones exactly, I've had some for over 12 years and can't even remember where I downloaded them initially. :/

Anyway, this is it! Sorry about the long post!

I hope this is useful to someone. :)

#ts3 #sims 3 #TS3 pose player #random #text post

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transparentgentlemenmarker · 1 year

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Carbone 4 - Shift Project l'avion, ce n'est que 2% des émissions de gaz à effet de serre sur terre, et par ailleurs c'est un formidable outil de liberté individuelle, qui doit donc être préservé. Il y a plus urgent à faire ailleurs ! Ce discours, qui reprend deux éléments exacts, même si le premier est discutable (en ajoutant les traînées de condensation la part de l'aviation est plus proche de 4%), peut cependant se présenter différemment. L'avion sert rarement à se chauffer ou à faire pousser des pommes de terre. Sa fonction est la mobilité des gens et des marchandises le plus rapidement possible d'où son invention. La bonne base de comparaison est donc plutôt dans notre assiette et de notre quotidien. Ce qu'on ne veux pas voir c'est la production excessive de plastique, de vêtements à base de pétrole, des fruits exotiques à toutes les saisons. Il est grand temps d'analyser nos besoins en consommant ce que nous avons besoin. The plane represents only 2% of greenhouse gas emissions on earth, and it is also a formidable tool for individual freedom, which must therefore be preserved. There is more urgently to be done elsewhere! This discourse, which takes up two exact elements, even if the first is debatable (by adding contrails the share of aviation is closer to 4%), can however be presented differently. The plane is rarely used for heating or growing potatoes. Its function is the mobility of people and goods as quickly as possible, hence its invention. The good basis for comparison is therefore rather on our plate and in our daily lives. What we don't want to see is the excessive production of plastic, petroleum-based clothing, exotic fruits in all seasons. It is high time to analyze our needs by consuming what we need

Voilà 1 exemple c'est la saison régionale des fraises actuellement pas en décembre

#world #fraise #plane #avion

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onward--upward · 2 months

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(make me) misbehave was completed ages ago but obviously I'm still not over it because I NEED to get more lore on sky blue if there is any please and thank you. If there isn't any, maybe drop us a random fact you never got to include in the fic? Loads of love, thanks for making such a wonderful fic, xoxo, etc. etc. etc.

hello my friend!!! omg of COURSE i am always down to talk about make me misbehave!! (sorry this took me a while to get to i am the worst and i forget about things as soon as they’re out of my sight)

i’m gonna put this under a read more because i yapped more than i meant to :)

sky blue!! sky blue is a song that i have extra lyrics for, actually, so it’s a good one to ask about!!

since this was in the era where they were doing a lot of flying to meet up with each other, i always pictured alex writing this one on a plane, hence the “metal wings, metal hearts” line

i actually wrote the prologue scene, where they talk about this song on the phone, before i’d written most of the first chapter, so it was kind of fun to find my way to a place where that conversation would make sense for their relationship. it was actually a little tough, because while i was writing chapter 1 and 2 i tried to keep henry a little bit more reserved, seeing as he’s trying so hard to protect himself in this situation. but sky blue seemed like such a vulnerable song from alex that it required at least some measure of vulnerability from henry in return!! so establishing that balance with henry was one of the harder parts of writing those early chapters. (but i also think that mix of vulnerability with an attempt at a more restrained distance is one of the most compelling aspects of henry in canon!! so it felt important to get right!)

the little “misheard lyric” thing (ALT in the screenshot) was just for fun!! i like to think it really WAS just misheard by fans, but alex liked the “baby boy” version of the lyric so he started using it in his shows after he comes out <3

also little bonus lore!! unrelated to sky blue, but i was just thinking about this today, i think that after he comes back from his little hiatus alex drops an album called “unreleased” which includes old songs that he cut from previous albums for various reasons. including!! a couple of his depressing pining songs from their brief breakup

i am gonna link a song below because i’ve been listening to it recently and it feels very much like something alex would’ve written after henry left (like, “Since you left, I try my best to forget/I can't escape the love we made, it follows me/I can't escape from your love”???!!! also apparently i’ve been mishearing a lyric but in the chorus i always hear “how can i be so stupid/fighting and losing, fighting and losing” which feels very much like it fits ACD’s headspace at that time)

i try not to impose my own music taste on the story too much but the rawness of this song very much makes me think of their breakup era

ANYWAYS

thank you so much for asking me this question, i really appreciate the opportunity to talk about (mm)m!! i hope you enjoy my nonsensical rambling in response MWAHH

#q answers #(make me) misbehave

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freydpaladin · 8 months

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"NOT SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE"

Yeah, so I felt like drawing Professor Membrane from Invader Zim.

Although I haven't actually watched the cartoon - I plan to, some day - I have watched Enter the Florpus. That was what introduced me to the series and I have to say, it was pretty good.

So we know he has robot arms, and possibly even robot legs (but is that confirmed? idk, I'm making assumptions here) but I then I thought - why don't we ever see his face? Or even his eyes? So I gave it some thought and voilà, he has a robotic jaw and left eye. His replaced eye isn't too obvious, though, just what look like a few metallic lines close to it, and some visible blue circuitry within the pupil.

Did sharks really do all this to him? Well... maybe just his arms and legs, but the other scars are from experiments gone awry, which I suppose resulted in chemical burns and other such scars. Overall, one would find such marks highly suspicious, hence the Professor's need to cover up.

But then, that's just my headcanon.

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cto10121 · 1 year

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R&J vs. RetJ: The Nurse’s Betrayal

So this meta of the Nurse’s betrayal of Juliet in RetJ got me thinking of how Presgurvic et al. translated that scene—the Nurse advising Juliet to marry Paris—from the Shakespeare, and how the characterization of the Nurse has changed as well.

In Shakespeare’s original, the Nurse goes on a mini tangent in which she reveals her reasons for wanting Juliet to marry Paris. I’m too lazy to reproduce it here, so here’s a quick and nasty paraphrase:

Paris is great, and Romeo sucks compared to him. It’s an upgrade!!!

Romeo would have to sneak into town to see Juliet and be a husband to her, and that’s not really tenable in the long run

Ergo, Juliet is as good as not married, leaving her free to start anew and marry Paris

Juliet, of course, manages to hold it together and waits until the Nurse leaves before cursing her a blue streak and resolving never to trust her again.

Notice how Shakespeare doesn’t allow the Nurse to give substantial reasons why Juliet should forget Romeo. Number 2 and 3 are merely practical while Number 1 is purely superficial, if consistent with the Nurse’s character and her remarks (liking Paris better than Romeo).

In Presgurvic’s musical, however, the Nurse does offer (1) substantial reason why Juliet should forget Romeo and marry Paris: As in, Romeo killed Tybalt. In the Original French, she has this key lyric:

Juliette, comment peux-tu encore (Juliette, how can you still)

L’aimer quand ton cousin est mort? (Love him, when your cousin is dead?)

Je t’en supplie, tu dois dire “oui” (I beg you, you must say yes)

À ce marie qu’on t’a promis (To this fiancé they have promised you to)

Why this change?

Well, for one thing, the context is amid the very dramatic Demain. Whereas in Shakespeare’s play this scene came in the aftermath of Lord Capulet’s ultimatum, the musical has the Nurse answer Juliette and decide right then and there.

For another, for better or for worse, the Nurse is a much more serious and less comically superficial character in the musical than in the play. In short, Presgurvic’s nurse is a de facto mother figure. Her love for Juliette is well-established in Et Voilà, which is heartbreaking in pretty much every version, but the French is particularly grieving. And sure enough, during Demain that we see French Nurse pacing, conflicted.

So when it comes to her betrayal of Juliet, the reason definitely need to be better than “Paris>>>>Romeo” as if this were a YA love triangle and the Nurse were choosing Team Paris. Hence, Romeo killing Tybalt being a dealbreaker.

Also, also notice that French Nurse says “your cousin” instead of Tybalt, emphasizing family ties. The feud in the musical is a lot more intense and consequential than in the play, so it makes sense that the Nurse would use that as a crutch for her argument—and for it to hold water.

Whether the Nurse truly believes that Romeo is no longer deserving of Juliette’s affections because of his killing of Tybalt (there is a bit of Anita’s “A Boy Like That” from West Side Story) or is merely using that as an incentive for Juliette to move on depends largely on the direction and actress. Hell, it can even be a bit of both.

Other versions either follow the French lead or, well, worse. Russian Nurse tells Juliette: “You killed love yourselves / Your cousin, Tybalt, is dead” and shares her verse with the Capulets. Italian Nurse clutches pearls: “My God, how can you tell me / You’ll go against your father?” and stands with the Capulet parents to form a trio (at least French and Russian Nurse stood apart!!!). Austrian Nurse is as diplomatic as the French Nurse, but once again she shares her verse with Lady Capulet and they duet.

And then there’s Hungarian Nurse.

The Strange Case of the Hungarian Nurse

The Hungarian Nurse is much thornier case, imo.

Throughout the musical she is a consistently warm and affectionate mother figure towards Juliette, if retaining key elements of Shakespeare!Nurse’s bawdiness and materialism. Whereas most Nurses scold Juliette for her “I want both” line, Hungarian Nurse is only affectionately amused and gently corrects her. She plays the protective Mama Bear with Rómeó, although it’s clear she approves of him.

Then Holnap/Demain comes. Hungarian Nurse is visibly worried, no doubt conflicted. She strokes Júlia’s face, but then flinches when Júlia embraces her. And her lyric is much harsher than in any of the versions so far:

Nurse. Mondd, hogy tudnád szeretni azt, ki képes volt ölni? (Tell me, how can you love a killer?)

Az Istenért, ne ellenkezz! Menj Páriszhoz, és ne kérdezz! (For God’s sake, don’t protest! Just marry Paris and don’t ask questions!)

Hungarian Nurse calls Rómeó a killer and not only exerts her to marry Paris, but to shut up and not ask any more questions.

So this is beyond the original French or even Shakespeare Nurse’s coldness. Even so, Hungarian Nurse doesn’t join the Capulet chorus but exits shortly afterwards. Why, Hungarian Nurse?

Occam’s Razor? Attila misconstrued the original French as harsher than it was and translated accordingly. Or he decided that it needed to be more ✨dramatic✨.

In-universe, though, Hungarian Nurse could be opting for some really tough love à la French. She recognizes the danger Júlia is in, what with being married secretly but without any of the protections of such a marriage, and wants to make sure she is provided for. She recognizes there is nothing she or Júlia can do to stop this wedding, so she is as harsh can be. Anything to break Júlia off of Rómeó.

Still, it’s a character break. French Nurse and other Nurses has at least been shown to be disciplined with Juliet for what she thinks is important (“Love is not marriage”). And even then her lyric is couched diplomatically. Hungarian Nurse seems too indulgent with Júlia to opt for such a slash-and-burn tactic.

I guess this is what happens when productions mix up both Shakespeare and Presgurvic canon. The Hungarian production wanted a version more in line with the Shakespeare characterization, which retains the social commentary of the feud and the rationale for the tragedy. It just happens to go against the softer Presgurvic characterization.

Either way, no matter how justified, both Shakespeare and Presgurvic achieve the same effect: It is a de facto betrayal of Juliet in a scene where the adults in her life fail and abandon her.

#romeo et juliette #romeo and juliet #there is no struggle #retj meta #rj meta #r&j meta #rómeó és júlia #résj #i’m sensing this is going to be a series ha #i’m just so fascinated by how the musical changes so much #and yet it feels so much in tune with the shakespeare #well the original french anyway #it’s that score #it brings it all to life #re: the hungarian they just made the capulets very horrible in this scene #i mean more than they already are in the play #cristina metas

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immaculata-nocturne · 1 year

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Silk Press Tips for Natural Hair

My head is home to a mixture of type 3C and type 4A hair. The hair stands are thick and my overall hair density is high. It sucks in any moisture around it like a dementor’s kiss stealing a soul.

Therefore, it’s been quite a journey trying to find the correct products and technique to create a truly long lasting silk press. This method has protected my hair during a blizzard in Quebec and the humid heat of the Deep South. Not a frizz in sight!

The silk press typically lasts for weeks. It’s rare that I have to do a retouch.

Products Used:

CHI Silk Infusion

Color Wow Dream Coat Supernatural Spray Anti-Frizz Treatment

A Boar Bristle Brush

A Rat Tail Comb

Any Hair Dryer

Method:

This is always performed in freshly washed hair. It’s not mandatory, but there’s zero build up on clean hair which will give you the best results.

After washing, I moisturize my hair and separate it into sections for manageability during the blow drying process

Next, I spray my hair with Color Wow Dreamcoat. This is activated by heat, therefore I blow dry my hair after applying it.

Once my hair is blown out. I apply the CHI Silk infusion. A little goes a long way. I normally roll my eyes at the dime size recommendations on hair product bottles but in this case it’s accurate. I used approx a dime sized amount, or less, for each section of my hair.

Last, I used the chase method to straighten my hair.

The chase method consists of running a hair instrument, typically a fine tooth comb or brush, through your hair quickly followed by a flat iron.

The flat iron is chasing the comb/brush. It’s right on its tail, hence the chase in chase method.

I usually use a rat tail comb, unless I want my hair to be more voluminous. If I desire more volume, I use the chase method with a boar brush instead. This gives more of a smooth blowout effect rather than a silk press. Nonetheless, it’s still a beautiful style.

It is rare that more than two passes are done. If you have to do multiple passes (3+) with your flat iron, you need to:

Section your hair into smaller sections

Make sure the comb/brush is actually smoothing your hair out

Make certain that your hair is properly detangled

Check to see if you applied enough heat protectant.

Et voilà!

The Silk Press Of Your Dreams

#natural hair #level up #big sister advice #hypergamy #advice #high maintenance #level up journey #silk press #type 4 hair #type 4 natural hair #black girl luxury #soft life #black woman in luxury #black woman femininity

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luc3 · 1 month

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Taguée par @perduedansmatete et me voilà à 5am avant le boulot (et avant la mort de J. Caesar)

are you named after someone? No, I do not think so. But I would have preferred to be called something else.

what sports have you played? I didn’t “play” sports. I did classical dancing and horse riding (two bodily contradictions in themselves, hence the 10 tons of chronic back pain I now have.)

do you use sarcasm? all the time. the people I work with don't understand. (I'm not talking about patients.) It comforts me in my feeling of being G.od.

what is the first thing you notice about people? Big trick question. I'd really like to note "less" and I'm working on it. I'm a little too receptive, let's say that like @perduedansmatete I perceive the general energy and I know immediately in which direction the relationship will evolve.

what’s your eyes color? tending to be bottomless but mostly brown.

scary movies or happy endings ? horror films.

any talent? I am often the “passageway” for a lot of things. (I put people in contact, I make them realize things (without doing it on purpose most of the time.) It's a very pleasant slide for the Spirits. No particular talent. Or maybe I have a green thumb, plants and animals naturally love me.

what are your hobbies? plants. nature. contemplation. silence. ;) the whole part of my life which is not devoted to the service of relieving my little darling patients is devoted to the Spiritual life.

do you have any pets? 2 cats. Does spirits count ?

how tall are you? 165cm

dream job? Nurse in palliative care unit. (Or @ the French "SMUR" : emergency medical and resuscitation service ) I am almost there!!!

Now if YOU want to play : @traumarbeit (of course <3); @grayladyofthewell; @windvexer (^^) ; @aechlys, @adhdgrapher, @friend-crow, @sensu-stricto ; @quandvientlapluie . (Pas de pression bien entendu!)

#diary

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bradshawed · 11 months

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princess 👑 - cym as songs on your most recently played playlist

join the party!

lea ilysm <3 thank u for asking this, i had so much fun!!!! all of the songs are from my liked songs on spotify which i guess you could argue isn’t a playlist but i do refresh it and delete them all and like new ones and such when i listen to them so many times that i get sick of them so i guess it is a playlist in a sense but anyways, hope you guys like these songs, they’ve all got a summery feel for the upcoming season!

you as heartbeat by rowan drake. just in love with all of his stuff like it’s just so good. this song has a gentle sort of muted/muffled vibe and with the acoustics i feel like it just makes sense. and his voice is just so soft and angelic in a sense but at the same time has a raw quality to it, just in love with the song

@waklman as unlovable (ft. pale waves) by beach weather. another beach weather song bc i just love their album so much! i’m not a huge fan of remixes and things but this is honestly genius and it just fits so well together, 10/10, absolutely love it! and you give the best summer vibes so ofc i has to cast you as one of my favourite bands of the summer!

@sematarygirls as devil doesn’t bargain by alec benjamin. realised this song exists and i’ve been obsessed playing it on repeat for the past couple of days. i honestly think it might be a problem but who cares. it also kinda gives rafe vibes hence why i had to cast you as it but no it’s just such a good song

@katsendgame as remember when by wallows. i was using the ai thing on spotify and it was the first song that played and i sort of scrambled to like it bc it was like discovering a song you like but hadn’t heard in a while if that sort of makes sense but yeah i love it

@goodoldfashionedluvergirl as nineteen by dylan. live versions really do sound better and it’s definitely the one song i’m gonna have on repeat when i turn 19.

@wolvisms as topless by the malefactors. it’s not a huge band and honestly they’re a bunch of kids just making music but it’s really good stuff and i love the vibes it gives off and the depth in their voices. they just released an ep and it’s seriously good, definitely recommend checking it out!

@amoraffairs as sex, drugs, etc - stripped down by beach weather. i’ve been so obsessed with acoustic, stripped down and live versions of songs lately like there’s just something about them that hits different

@bcyhoods as long story short by voilà. i’ve been so obsessed with this band’s music lately like it’s just so good. this song sort of makes you want to tap your feet and sway your shoulders, just anything to get you to move along to the music and i love that about it!

@bruisedboys as love me like a friend by fly by midnight. okay so this song has the best beat that sort of reminds me of 2016. but anyways besides their band name having midnight in it and the sunrise and sunset references in the song, i feel like the upbeat vibes with the slightly muted guitar and the little acoustic approach with the really cool hook really fit you idk it just makes sense to me

#drew replies!#ily all #100 celebration ⭐️

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bcacstuff · 2 years

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Lol. More like anon was tired of no one asking her why she tagged him as she couldn’t find him in the pics so she did her homework and just asked with an old account because her instinct tells her he is still in LA but she has no proof other than her feelings and voilà 🤪 the 4/5am sm plus the later one is his bored sm he does evenings when chilling and scrolling what’s happening and then one more time before bed imo. He is the only one imo not on set yet yet he is a producer which is 🤯 we all know his « work » in LA is a lie, he is nothing more but holidaying and he didn’t brag about being at the game because he knows OL is back and he isn’t so he lays low pretending to be busy so no one wonders anything. He is predictable like that

And here we go with the comments...

Yes, I was a bit suspicious about the one that asked her if she met Sam. Hence I added the accounts posts/followers/following. Yes that last comment wasn't even there when I created my post. Now it is (as you can see 40m ago) and yes, that account has zero posts, zero followers and follows 2 accounts. So no I don't trust that account, that account is creating chaos.

There's indeed no proof, though enough to consider he could be in LA and Farrah met him at the game. I don't know why else she would tag him, I just think why didn't you take a picture with him so it leaves no further doubts. Yes, it is a bit odd to tag him and he's not in the pic. Exactly what I was asking myself while I checked things out and went out to see if there were perhaps other pics confirming it.

Conclusion: Not full proof, not a fact (yet) but something to consider there could be merit in it.

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talysalankil · 1 year

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nanowrimo prep: in which i once again attempt world building

i forget if i posted about this on here yet, but last month while reading Nona the Ninth I had a moment of going "wait a minute. if tamsyn muir can make her homestuck/bible fanfiction into a science fantasy series what's stopping me from doing that with my kingdom hearts fanfiction"

(this is a joke btw. or, well, an exaggeration. it's not literally fanfiction)

anyway i dusted off a vague idea i'd had for a, quote, "vanven novel", i.e. a novel that isn't going to be vanven fanfiction, just a novel that draws on what draws me to that pairing. and that's the plan for nanowrimo. by which i mean i spent zero amount of time until now, october 29th (technically 30th it's past midnight).

but hey, i do have a few ideas. including the setting

so the idea is to have it be science fantasy, like i mention, and to have it take place on, essentially, alternate earth. but since part of vanven is the duality of it all, well, gotta work that into the setting. hence, also feature an alternate, mirror image earth.

now, inverted earth is a thing that exists but also one that I do not care for. earth is like, 30% land. if you make a world where you flip land and sea, you'd get 30% oceans, and then if you want to think about it in terms of real climates that's just a recipe for nothing but deserts.

enter: me wasting a good chunk of my days then finding a quick shortcut.

the objective: instead of flipping land and sea wholesale, flip the altitude of everything. deep oceans become tall mountains, vice versa. but then instead of setting the coastlines where they are now, essentially dump a roughly equivalent amount of water in the new relief until I get back to Earth-like conditions.

the onset: i trolled some world building communities (including, ugh, reddit. i even made a post there. i feel dirty) looking for some tools that might help. It doesn't appear anyone's done what I have, which is neat, but means I don't have a straight up template to follow

I do find elevation maps of land and oceans on earth from nasa (here and here) so I at least have a high-res and presumably highly accurate data source to start from.

my initial thought was use blender to simulate the water. so I find a tutorial for how to use my elevation map as a texture. I don't even need to really do the final stage of the rendering (turning it into a sphere) and in fact it's probably easier to simulate gravity on a flat plane. At first I use the two maps separately and it's a disaster because I haven't used blender in a decade but I don't think there's an easy way to merge the two halves.

So I open affinity photos (which is my go-to photoshop substitute) to merge the two maps into one. adjust the levels so one map uses half of the grayscale spectrum and the other map uses the other half, load it into blender, realize that the highest point and lowest point on earth aren't at opposite altitudes, go back to affinity, adjust the levels, go back to bender, and voilà, a single object.

(this is already inverted at this point)

but then i realize that that was the easy part. i have never actually used blender's physics engine, and y'know what, it is either a nightmare to use well, or it is going to make my computer catch fire, or both, but while i manage to get an object made of water with the right volume (i got an add-on to compute volume of the ocean in this to-scale version of earth!) i cannot get it to animate. and like. i don't intend to spend ages on this.

this is where a stroke of genius hits me. namely, go "hey. you already have this map in affinity. wouldn't it be easier to work with that."

This obviously wouldn't allow me to make sure the same volume of water is present, but, y'know, I wasn't even sure that would yield decent results, so I choose to do the next best thing and work with the land:ocean ratio. which, affinity also doesn't let me measure areas, especially since my source file is a raster. BUT my map is already separated between land and sea, so what i can do is threshold all the land to white and all the sea to black, use the average tool, and whatever shade of gray results from that should, in some way, represent that ratio

so my height map becomes

and our average shade is…this

#5B5B5B. Earth Gray. i'm naming it.

Anyway i go back to my detailed map, invert it, then it's time to play with thresholds. 50/50 is the grayscale threshold between sea and land on our earth, but that yields an inverted earth with 70% land which as mentioned i don't want. so I try a few values, set a threshold to turn the new land white and the new ocean black, average out. After some tests I land at a 73% threshold which magically lands on the exact same average gray. I would have content with a close enough but hey. if it's identical, all the better.

this is the resulting map, and it more or less gets me a world ocean separating continents, which is what I wanted. moving forward i decided to flip the poles around just for extra inversion and because i like the shapes better. plus, it makes sense, earth has a larger proportion on land on its northern hemisphere, so keep that true in the switch.

then i waste some extra time trying to generate a decent maps using only levels because I forgot that gradient maps are a thing. once i do remember those (by which i mean i googled it and went "oh my god i'm so stupid when i found the first result) i took the color scheme i used last spring when working on the FTEITS map, made some adjustments to flatten the land a little, and voilà. a map.

(my actual map is a much higher resolution btw i had to lower it for tumblr)

anyway i imagine if i really wanted to do realistic climates i'd probably need to add ice caps or something but i'm unlikely to go there in my story anyway so i'm happy with this result. tomorrow i'll try to come up with names for this.

I've seen people who do inverted earths reuse our names, so stuff like Atlantica/Atlantis/Atlanta for the continent where the Atlantic Ocean is, et cetera. I do and don't like the idea; on one hand it makes it clear to the reader which places corresponds to what. on the other hand it feels kinda lazy. so i don't know. i mean I still don't quite know what the story is about so i guess i should focus on that. for now what matters is i've got a world map now, yay!

one thing does irk me and it's that there isn't one large east-wet ocean like we have the Pacific, which would be a convenient place to put the 180° meridian at so that there isn't a landmass wrapping around the edge of my map. Oh well. I'll figure it out at some point.

#talys makes maps #talys liveblogs nanowrimo #nanowrimo 22 #talysnovel: world torn apart

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